"Skagos is an altar of life, crafted by living hands, guided by a living mind, in a world dead, but ever dreaming" These wild, woodland wraiths are most impressive. They bring about fire and sorrow, strewn about in the dark, cold forests. The pace and creativity reminds me of that of ALDA and Agalloch, which many few seem capable of capturing that timberland essence such as they. This track comes from a split with Panopticon, an I have heard of during my journeys but only recently have I given my due attention.
As the weather begins to cool and the rains take hold of the land, I gaze out into that black forest just outside the window and listen for the sounds of madness that spawn such creativity. Away from the cities, among the trees, the darkness is near absolute and ones mind begins to wander. Will you join me this week, out here beneath the silver coated sky, and summon the fires of old to warm your weary and wet bones? The cold creeps closer with each day so let us bolster our resolve and prepare for the darkness ahead.
Worldeater- swallower of worlds and devourer or the biosphere:
my wounds are salted by every lapsing second
of thy malevolent subsistence.
The earth is darker than conception, and yet the lights never fade.
False stars cast forged light across the faces of hollow, ecclesiastic deities.
May you wade through the entrails of your enemies.
The drought earth thirsts for man's blood
Nefarious whittling in the worship of progress...
The last communities dance with the guile of wraiths,
drowning in miserable rebellion,
wading through the entrails of an artificial beast.
Ancient fires are eclipsed,
but never are they extinguished
as the embers of atavism smolder.
Redemption is a ship sunk thousands of years ago:
New beginnings must be found.
Wolvhammer... Thunderous, is their name. You think wolves and it brings to mind a wild, howling pack roaming, hunting, lurking in the darkness. You ponder on the hammer, a blunt tool designed for pushing and driving objects, and turned weapon it is even nastier. Combine the two and you have yourself a band that embodies that primal, bone quaking force. I was bummed to miss them when they toured with UADA through my neck of the woods however through a dark twist of fate I stumbled upon the black disc awaiting me at the Abigail Williams concert. I could not pass up the opportunity and have enjoyed this writhing tracks since that night. So, grab up your maul, don your pelts, and savage this week before you!
Abigail Williams... Outstanding. Enthralling. Sundering. These wraiths command a presence when they take to the stage, each member bringing power and prowess to those before them. I was honored to see them live and would do so again if able. I was unprepared for how astounding and captivating they were yet I find myself lingering on that concert from time to time, always impressed by their effort.
Having been hard at work these last few weeks it is awesome to showcase this song during such an arduious time, rekindling my spirit, reaffirming my crazed infatuation with Metal artists and their creations. So, I bring you this gift, this presentation to another world to, perhaps, add something unique to your day. May your journey be an incredible one this week.
And a dark wind blows…
Empty vessels left scattered around the roads to nowhere and as we
Move past the darkness, I can’t hear a word.
We’ve been trapped in the belly of a leviathan
But the beast to now bleeding out slowly into the cosmos.
Washed away in a magnificent storm
The earth was beautiful on fire. Now purified.
There are truly the last days of time.
Ghost Bath...these wicked, wailing wraiths let their music speak for them, unleashing dark songs to shroud the world. Though there are numerous tracks to select from, Happyhouse is one that has grasped me in its cold embrace and refused to let go. Let us trudge into this week with an open, unflinching embrace to death and the unknown.
It has been very busy and exhausting as of late and, though it was a holiday, I typically post on each Monday I simply found myself too tired. However, the Metal is too strong and we must return and behold its monstrous glory. This week, continuing from where we left off from the concert showcase, we have Wolf King. I find myself quite suprised to not find them on a few of the metal websites I frequent for lyrics and information yet I believe that makes them all the more intriguing and rare. Having witnessed these madmen on stage, I can say that the have a prowess worthy of praise. The band plays so well together and unleashes an onslaught at a moments notice, which is just what this week needs. Steel thyselves as we journey into this week with Mortals I from the Loyal To The Soil album wrought to us by WOLF KING!
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I have had the great, dark pleasure of witnessing three wicked groups in one twisted place: Abigail Williams, Ghost Bath, and Wolf King. This concert was not like the ones before though it is not the first black metal concert I have had the privelge of attending, nor is it the first time I have been to this OKC venue. Previously, as posted and described, I was fortunate enough to stand before the glory of Pillorian and Wolves In The Throne Room, which was a most glorious experience however I knew of what I would be hearing. This particular excursion was very unknown to me. I own a few Abigail Williams albums (and thoroughly enjoy those) yet Ghost Bath and Wolf King were not in my arsenal as of yet. I began to listen to them whenever I decided I would make the dark journey and have my body assailed by these blackened giants but I paused in my decision, allowing myself to go in blind as to what I would be presented, to have some mystery and surprise from this event. And so, here are the details of that said event.
After the opening band had to cease operations early due to gear failure, Wolf King took the stage. They asked for praise for the opening act regardless of the issues, which I found to be a cool thing to do on their part. As chill as they were, these giants shredded the stage. They had synergy unlike many and their lead singer had amazing stage presence, able to rile up the crowd and generate excitement. They reminded of Kansas City locals Marasmus, of which I have seen multiple times to my visits to the Riot Room, their flame-haired, giant of a lead singer thrashing the stage and commanding the crowd. Off the stage, both guys were chill and awesome dudes. Though not my particularly prefered type of metal, I enjoyed their prowess and presentation, and they did have some killer parts to their tracks that did catch my attention. I picked up their two albums available but have yet to really delve into those.
Second up was Ghost Bath. This was a band that took stage and did not present themselves rather they allowed the music to do the work, and so it did. Wailing wild, their lead singer ushered in a series of tracks that were incredible, heavily reminding me of Hermodr in voice while the music was like that of Insomnium. These long haired maniacs were an incredible sight to witness, crippling the air with screams and sundering souls with multiple guitars and thundering drums. I have listened to a few songs since and I am hooked by their sound, it's both dismal and epic.
By this point in the concert, I was exhuasted, worn down by two different sounds, both equally amazing. Yet, here I was, on the precipice before the end...and that ends name was Abigail Williams.
Three men took the stage before this all too small crowd and from the very first moments I knew this was going to be incredible. Simply from listening to their chatter with the sound guy you could tell these guys knew their stuff, that this was their domain. They began with In Death Comes The Great Silence, one of my favorite tracks of theirs, and it crushed me with its power. The hooded lead singer was like a wraith before mortals, wailing with warning and danger, luring us ever closer into the darkness. The lead guitarist plucked and played the strings with a dark magic, filling the air with sorrowed strings. Then, there was the drummer, a collosal force at the rear that drummed with energy and ability the likes I have never seen. These three were what brought me here and I was beyond elation. Each song unleashed was worldbreaking, shattering the routine and room without relenting. It was magnificent.
I was heavy hearted leaving however I was also in awe of the performance I had the honor of seeing. Purchasing much of the merch before leaving, I added a random album to arsenal from Wolvhammer. I had missed the tour with UADA previously and only knew of the band from that and a few other things however I know not of their prowess. The references of familiar bands such as Enslaved and Nachtmystium caught my attention though and I decided to go ahead and snag it up, to regain some of the lost experience from the tour before. After this point, I plan on showcasing each of these albums. For now, I wil put up a track I fell in love with on my drive to see Abigail Williams, one I hadn't fully appreciated until now. Crank it to 11 and let this track consume your week!
This album kept popping up in my feed from time to time and I would simply ignore it...Oh, how wrong I have been. Though foolish in waiting, I have at last plunged into the cold, dark tendrils that is YITH. immemorial is not an album to be trifled with, nor will it spare your weak psyche from an unholy onslaught. This black and doom filled creation looms over you, offers you no rest from its chaotic and hypnotic tune, dragging you deeper into the void. It was hard to pick one select track from this album after it tried to crush my bones to dust yet I made the decision, the most familiar of words, madness. Do not let its sweet intro fool you, it is merely a ruse to lull you in until its too late and you are one with the savage darkness. After this track, do yourself a favor and give beholder a whirl, especially the 4:30-6:30 mark. This week is not prepared for the black swath of madness that is to be brought upon it but you can be...just give a listen and let sanity be shattered so the real, ravenous you can be unleashed.
Sweeping violent gales
Cold barren waste
Untrodden by man
Savage polar void
Ruin crusted slopes
Vast stone ramparts
Of glacial death
Horrid black abyss
Mountains of madness
I have awaited this week...ALDA's album Passage is nothing less than marvelous, houndingly majestic. A culmination of experience and progress all generating this mountainous creation. I could pick any track on this album for a showcase however Weathering includes something personal to me, a quote from the film Jeremiah Johnson, coupled with the already stellar ambiance this track is wonderful put together. I would ask you to listen to the entire album if this single wonder enchants or entertains you in any way for I am certain you would not be disappointed. As for this week, may you weather it with the same timid grace as that of the old earth.
Oh solar fume, may we drift never further
and come never closer
We, the parched land aching for a drink
In the fallow dew we would have followed you
but for the rain refusing to fall
when we're cast from the shores and left to the drought
tossed in the currents of venomous thought
Eyes shut, teeth clenched
straining against the changes
scying and searching the signs of the skies
a glyph in the grass, a rune in the wood
Facing the storm within
finding the courage to breath
Souls pour molten in the crucible
Where stars flicker and die in the glint of our eyes
Strength hard won, memories lost
The waried road far from home
The long arm of spiral coiling within
To weather the storm again
To weather the storm within
The second release from ALDA, we return this week with the showcase song "Wandering Spirit" from the Tahoma album. The cover already personifies the style of this album and bands intentions, the salmon swimming against the stream, the remains of a person sunk beneath the unceasing stream and progression of life. In the background, the tall pines and mighty mountain stretch on signaling that this is a place for only the wild at heart, where life and death lurk together. This entire album through exudes untamed power and brilliance, as majestic as a stag, and as loud as an avalanche. This week we celebrate survival and death all in the same as we wander this world in search of whatever it is that drives each of us. So stand firm and grit your teeth, this week may try and assail you and you must do as all wild things do, perservere in the face of hardship.
This has become the weight of all
This is the precipice, the breaking of the spirit
This is the weight of fate
Carried into the ocean of chaos
In the waning light we bloom
In the bitterness of mourning
We release this pain
Safe passage to you, our friend
Though where you've wandered we cannot follow
When the spring rises you shall be reborn.
lyrics provided by https://www.metal-archives.com/albums/Alda/%3ATahoma%3A/294481
The first full length, and self-titled, album from the wild and wind born wraiths known as ALDA. Emerging from the heavy forested depths of the northwest, ALDA's first album is rich with black metal in the same vain as BARROWLANDS, Gallowbraid, and Wodensthrone. However, this will evolve over the next two albums into something more, something untamed and unfurled, yet for now we dwell on this cascade of power. Each albums first song has a certain allure, haunt, to it, puling you in and rooting you in place to weather the storm ALDA is about to unleash. Showcasing this week is Fimbulwinter, a monumental blizzard of energy that will not cease for three whole winters...Any ode to the Old Norse Gods is always a worth choice in my book. Enjoy, you tree dwelling maniacs!
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THE MAD BARRON
"It takes a certain kind of madness to trek alone into the wilds however I find it far safer and less stressful compared to the trappings of cities and men." - Barron
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